| A fly will stick to jelly and wood will stick to glue
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| But a man won’t stick to a woman no matter what she do!
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| The wrong way, I’m bound to sue!
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| That man o' mine is triflin' and he don’t treat me right
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| He’s got another sweetie, he sees her late at night
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| That is why I’ve got those desert blues
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| I’m gonna travel to the desert, out in the western land
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| I’m gonna hid my troubles in the burnin' sand
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| Temptation I can’t refuse
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| For that man o' mine I’m bound to lose;
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| My mind is like a row boat out on a stormy sea
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| He’s with me right now, in the mornin' where will he be?
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| Lore-oh, lore-oh, lore-oh!
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| Lore-oh, lore-oh, lore-oh!
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| I’m so nervous, I’m quakin' in my shoes
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| I’m burnin' up, I’ve got those lonesome desert blues1 |